Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.